Upon all judgment, fenfe, and wit, And settle it as they think fit On one another, like the choice Of Perfian princes, by one horse's voice : And yet may be divulg'd and fam'd, 60 So yain some authors are to boast. 65 Their want of ingenuity, and club Each other but a Knight o' the Poft, As falfe as fuborn'd perjurers, That vouch away all right they have to their own ears. IV. But, when all other courfes fail, There is one easy artifice, That feldom has been known to mifs 70 all mankind down, and rail: To fnarl at all things, right or wrong, Like a mad dog, that has a worm in 's tongue; And, like a fierce inquifitor of wit, To fpare no flesh that ever spoke or writ ; V. The feebleft vermin can destroy As fure as ftouteft beasts of prey, And, only with their eyes and breath, That makes it both his business and his sport To rail at all, is but a drone, That spends his fting on what he cannot hurt; Enjoys a kind of letchery in spite, 85 95 Like o'ergrown finners, that in whipping take delight ; Invades the reputation of all those That have, or have it not, to lose ; 'Tis always in the wrongeft fenfe: 100 As rooking gamesters never lay Upon thofe hands that use fair play, But venture all their bets Upon the flurs and cunning tricks of ableft cheats. VI. Nor VI. Nor does he vex himself much less 105 Than all the world befide; Which his vain malice and loose tongue, To thofe that feel it not, have done, 110 And whips and fpurs himself because he is outgone; As counterfeit, unlike, and false, As witches' pictures are, of wax and clay, as the devil, that has no fhape of 's own, Affects to put the ugliest on, And leaves a ftink behind him when he 's gone, To fright the weak; but, when men dare 115 120 ΤΟ TO THE HAPPY MEMORY OF THE MOST RENOWNED DU-VAL. A PINDARIC ODE *. I. 'Tis as impertinent and vain, IS true, to compliment the dead Is As 'twas of old to call them back again, For all that can be done or faid, For This Ode, which is the only genuine poem of Butler's among the many fpurious ones fathered upon him in what is called his Remains, was published by the Author himself, under his own name, in the year 1671, in three fheets 4to; and, agreeable to this, I find it in his own hand-writing among his manufcripts, with fome little addition, and a few verbal alterations, as the reader may obferve, in comparing it with the copy already printed. For, as thofe times the Golden Age we call, In which there was no gold in ufe at all; Where it was ne'er deferv'd nor known, To flourish o'er nefarious crimes, And cheat the world, that never seems to mind 15 20 How good or bad men die, but what they leave behind. II. And yet the brave Du-Val, whofe name Can never be worn-out by Fame; That liv'd and dy'd to leave behind 25 A great example to mankind; That fell a public sacrifice, From ruin to preserve those few Who, though born false, may be made true, And teach the world to be more just and wife ; 30 Unmention'd in his filent cheft, Not for his own, but public interest. He, like a pious man, fome years before |